I was in the center of the city
Renegaba of the air conditioning that did not want to work
There was nothing that did not make me angry
The truth that I complained even the tone that I had on my cell phone
The traffic light showed a red light
And a kid jumped into the chest of my truck
No shoes and broken clothing smiled when working
And I began to reflect
While the child cleaned the windshield
An old man of some 80 years said he was carrying the news
In his hands the newspaper brought
I was speechless I just listened to it the truth I did not believe it
In a low voice I asked him to come
Ask each one how much he earns
It's a peso and I have to sell them all in the course of the day
So they do not fire me
I propose that you go to rest
I bought them I paid and I tipped the kid equally
The heat never stopped pressing
In the distance a three-wheeled cart looked circular
A friend sells bolis and paddles does not walk alone accompany his crutches
Even though he lacked a cheerful leg I heard him whistle
From his house the pillar
I already had a lump in my throat
And a girl with paint on her face shot three oranges
With his number nobody was impressed
It was very clear when he told us his help I want it for my sister
With his eyes, he pointed towards the sidewalk
Where was a very sick little girl
The truth is that I do not want him to die for his expensive medicines
Although already evicted
Almost daily we complain about life
When many are fighting for the world for one meal a day
There will be those who do not even imagine
They say where and it's a matter of being seen around the corner
It seems to them if we face the problem
Let's help with a grain of sand
I propose that when you touch the red if you can analyze it
Nadamas aver what they think
Only among all we can make this a better place :)